After a series of efforts, Gwen finally stepped into the Silver Castle in the most high-profile way, under the eyes of thousands of people.
The poor had no time to pay attention to this place, the commoners had no intention of paying attention to this place, and the small merchants and townsfolk would only pay attention to this place after a meal. However, the nobles — almost every noble who received the news — had been paying attention to this matter from the beginning.
However, the towering walls of the castle that were plastered with silver foil blocked the view of most people. The middle and lower nobles were not allowed to enter the Castle of White Silver, and their channels of information from the higher ranks were blocked by the king's orders since dawn. They could only watch as the grand procession entered the castle, and then discuss the news that was already public and not considered a secret.
The Archduchess of the North, Victoria Wilde, arrived at the Silver Castle three days ago.
The Archduchess of the West, Baldwin Franklin, and the Archduchess of the East, Silas Lorren, arrived at the Silver Castle together an hour ago.
Several advisors and the king's Prime Minister also entered the castle.
The gate was closed, and no one knew what was happening inside.
Was it a banquet? A secret talk? A dispute? Or even a murder?
Countless pairs of eyes stared at the castle, and the noses under the eyes twitched nervously, looking for the smell of conspiracy or opportunity. The mouths under the noses opened and closed, creating all kinds of new opinions and rumors. The listeners were also very wise, and they would not take the news they heard as true, because before the gate of the castle was opened again, no one knew what a resurrector from 700 years ago would talk to the current king.
Francis II did not hold any annoying banquets, nor did he "summon" Gwen in the court. He chose to hold the meeting in the "Oak Hall" next to the council hall, which was also requested by Gwen.
The Oak Hall was an ancient place, and its existence could be traced back to 700 years ago, when the foundation of the Silver Castle was first laid. At that time, the castle was not covered with silver foil. The so-called "Silver Castle" was only because Charles I could not think of a better name.
As the most senior room in the castle, which had been renovated and rebuilt countless times, the Oak Hall was enchanted by a powerful court Druil about 400 years ago to ensure that the main wood of the hall would remain forever. (In fact, the enchantment had to be recharged every 100 years)
Although the Oak Hall was only one-third the size of the main council hall, it was the most extraordinary place in the castle despite its small and old size. Only nobles above the rank of count could appear in this hall, and only matters that could affect the fate of the kingdom would be discussed in secret here.
A round oak table was placed in the middle of the hall, and the king sat in the position that represented the "crown" in the star chart. On his right sat his Prime Minister, Eden, a middle-aged man with sparse hair and deep eyes. On his left sat the current Duke of the Northern Region, Victoria Werde. Further to the left and right were the Duke of the Western Region, Baldwin Franklin, and the Duke of the Eastern Region, Silas Loren. A few other noble representatives whose names Gwen was too lazy to remember sat at the table, while the royal advisors sat in another row of chairs behind the king.
There was only Rebecca by Gwen's side.
Amber, Byron, and the Knight certainly did not have the qualifications to participate in this meeting, so Gwen simply left them in the mansion at No. 4 Crown Street. He had never thought of bringing Amber to the Silver Castle. With the dedication of the thief lady, she would have scraped away all the silver foil pasted on the outside of the castle.
Except for the Prime Minister and the advisory group, everyone present was a descendant of the pioneers when the Ansu was founded (including Gwen, the pioneer himself). This meeting was endowed with extraordinary significance from the beginning.
As a founding ancestor, Gwen did not need to salute anyone present, so he directly sat down in his seat. Rebecca, who was beside him, was obviously a little nervous. The little girl clenched her fists and took a few deep breaths before sitting down steadily. In the end, she forgot that she actually needed to salute the king.
But in this case, no one would blame her. This was the domineering attitude of bringing a parent to a meeting.
The moment Gwen, who was wearing a duke's costume and carrying a pioneer's sword at his waist, walked into the room, everyone's eyes were fixed on him. Even when the living fossil sat down on the chair, those eyes did not retract much. It was a little inconsistent with the aristocratic etiquette, but it was difficult to control. A figure from 700 years ago just jumped out of a coffin and walked in front of them. Who would not take a second look?
At the same time, many of them were still thinking about Gawain's authenticity — or rather, Francis II's attitude toward him.
At this time, the old king on the other side of the table stood up. His hair was white, and he looked very old. However, under the contrast of his luxurious clothes, he still had an extraordinary aura and spirit. He led the three dukes to stand up, and he also led the other participants.
Gwen looked at him and listened as he solemnly said, "Gods bless Ansu. Today, after 700 years, we are honored to see the heroes of the founding year with our own eyes. Thank you and your generation for your sacrifice and dedication for the continuation of mankind. This land and everyone on this land will not forget the great pioneers. Here, as a descendant of the Moen family, I, together with the descendants of the pioneers, salute our ancient heroes. "
The king bowed, and every descendant of the pioneers (including the three dukes) did the same.
Now, the king had said that the resurrection of Gwen Cecil could be true.
As for whether there was a problem with a king bowing to a duke, there was no problem at all. After all, Gwen, who had died 700 years ago, was not just a duke here, but a symbol. Every year when the people present visited the graves, they had to bow several times to the portraits of Gwen Cecil and a large group of pioneers. Now that there was a real person standing here, was there a problem with bowing?
But Gwen always felt that something was wrong. A second later, he reacted and said with a strange expression, "The last time so many people bowed to me, I was lying in a coffin..."
Everyone: "..."
The atmosphere was very awkward.
But fortunately, everyone here had also been through a lot (although this was the first time they had seen this type of storm). They quickly reacted and calmly straightened up. The king smiled and said, "Usually, when the younger generation greets the elders, they have to bow."
Gwen also laughed. Although he looked younger than Francis II, he spoke like an elder. "Although the age difference is a bit big, your expression when looking for an excuse is exactly the same as Charlie's."
Gwen Cecil also said that the blood of the Moen in Francis II could also be real.
After that, Gwen and the old king looked at each other and smiled. It was obvious that the latter was relieved and even a little proud.
Everyone present was very smart (except for a certain unfilial descendant who was very stubborn?). They were very good at analyzing the personality curve of the eighteen generations of the other party's ancestors from a fart. So, a simple conversation between Gwen and Francis II was enough to let them understand the tone of the meeting, and they could also infer that the king and the ancient grand duke should have reached a certain level of consensus.
The lady sitting on the left of the king seemed to frown slightly, but her expression did not change when Gawain looked at her again. But as the only archduchess among the three dukes, her existence alone made Gawain take a few more glances at her.
She was a woman about thirty years old, as mature and beautiful as Heti, but more cold and indifferent than Heti. She wore a long white dress, with a silver fox shawl draped over her shoulders, and with the same white silk long gloves and silver-white curly hair, she looked like she was wrapped in ice and snow. This ice queen beauty was so eye-catching in the oak hall, which fully explained one thing: the reflectance of white was very high.
The whole left side of Francis II's body was brighter than the right side...
That was the contemporary Grand Duke of the Northern Region, Victoria Wilde. Gwen matched the information in his mind with the real person in front of him, and at the same time, he recalled the establishment of the Second Dynasty: it was the Wilde family in the north who supported an illegitimate son to power.
But now, it seemed that the descendants of the illegitimate son were no longer under the control of the Wilde family.
Noticing the stare from the opposite side, the "Ice and Snow Lady" nodded with a straight face. She was probably greeting Gawain. Seeing this, Gawain waved his hand. "He's as expressionless as your ancestor. Back then, I told Wilde to marry a lively southern girl to neutralize his face, but he didn't listen. Now it's his fault …"
The Grand Duke of the Northern Region's face twitched slightly. Then Gwen looked at the Grand Duke of the Western Region and the Grand Duke of the Eastern Region, and according to the corresponding information in his memory, they talked about their ancestors. Finally, his eyes fell on the empty seat between the Prime Minister and the Grand Duke of the Northern Region — there was no chair there.
That seat was originally the seat of the Cecil family, but since a hundred years ago, that seat had been removed. Since then, there were only three dukes left in the Four Territories, and there was no Grand Duke in the Southern Region of Ansu. The nobles of all levels directly under the royal family became the ruling group in the south, and the Cecil family was pushed to the most remote corner.
Noticing where Gwen's gaze fell, everyone, including Francis II, could not help but hold their breath. The atmosphere seemed to be tense in an instant, and from the friendly stage of chatting, it had entered the main part of the meeting — the stage of arguing and swearing.
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